How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

Armed Detective Agency.

"Today's appointment is for a dignified official with ties to _____,"

Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, "I arrived at the detective agency at about 9 am. Where's Dazai? Are you late again?"

"How can Kunikida-kun say that~" Osamu Dazai, who was wet all over, pushed open the door, and behind him was Atsushi Nakajima—the little tiger with a rather helpless expression: "...I will never be late again next time!"

Quan Jinghua walked to Dun's side: "Is it for me?"

"Ah, yes, Jinghuajiang," the little tiger handed over the crepe, "it's strawberry."

"Thank you." Kyoka nodded earnestly, and the famous detective Ranpo-sama started eating at the same time as her. In the background sound of Dazai Osamu and Kunikida's noise and the daily posts of the Tanizaki brothers and sisters, the ordinary and extraordinary of the Armed Detective Agency The day begins.

9:30 am.

"Isn't it here yet?" Kunikida frowned and looked at the time, "Is that Mr. Hideto Abe in trouble?"

Edogawa Ranpo on the side opened his eyes slightly, then closed them quickly, and unpacked a pack of snacks again: "Atsushi, when the guests come later, there is no need to pour hot tea, he won't drink it."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Ranpo." Atsushi Nakajima froze for a moment, then nodded in response.Osamu Dazai slumped on the sofa wearing earphones, looked at the door: "Kunikida-kun, here you are~"

The visitor knocked on the door three times in a slow and orderly manner, and then entered the detective agency with the same spirit as Osamu Dazai just got up from the water.

"Ah, I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long," said the troublesome guy, "because my very likely winning lottery ticket fell into the river and I had to fish it and almost drowned in the river." In the water—it’s really safe and sound.”

Isn't this person an important official? !Why do you want to buy lottery tickets?Isn't it too outrageous to almost risk your life in order to get a lottery ticket!Atsushi Nakajima's pupils trembled, but his body was still friendly and he gave the gentleman a towel. Osamu Dazai held his chin with great interest and did not speak.

"Thank you——I'm not a fucking person, I'm just a madao boy, and my name is Horihazo," the silver-haired boy explained while brushing his hair, and then spoke again when Atsushi Nakajima wondered how he knew what he was thinking "Mr. Tie, oh, Mr. Hideto Abe was stabbed into the hospital by the back of a knife while cooking, so I came to help."

What kind of stalk is that madao!How do you cook to be stabbed by the back of a knife! !Anyway, it's a little too strange, Mr. Englishman!Atsushi's pupils trembled again: "Uh...Mr. Hori, would you like something to drink?"

"It's fine if it's not hot," Horihazou opened his half-dead fish eyes, "I have a disease that will kill me immediately if I eat hot food. Of course, strawberry milk would be great."

Atsushi Nakajima... Atsushi Nakajima didn't want to complain anymore, he went to get a bottle of strawberry milk and put it in front of the silver-haired boy: "Please."

"Thank you very much." Horihazo looked at everyone with an expression of "finally alive".

"You bastard, I won't help you if you don't tell the truth!" Edogawa Ranpo stood up with his hips on his hips, "It's because you cooked the food yourself that Hideto Abe was admitted to the hospital, and you deliberately concealed the subject. To be honest, and, "

Mr. Detective stepped up to Horihazo: "You are worried about that important person, so you don't let him come in contact with us."

"As expected of Mr. Ranpo," the silver-haired boy bit the straw of strawberry milk, his voice was a little muffled, "Yes, but after seeing you, I realized that my worries were unnecessary--it's a spectacle, I haven't seen it in a long time It’s a scene of capable and good people coming together.”

"I rarely see people like you," Edogawa Ranpo said, "I have accepted your commission, and I will ask you for the reward."

This meant seeing off the guests, Horiha Zura left like a gentleman, the door of the detective agency only made a small sound, not even the sound of footsteps, the boy left like the wind.

Rarely, Dazai didn't talk to him, but just smiled, and buckled a few monitors beside the table and sofa, tossed them in the air a few times and put them in his pocket: "It's off~"

Kunikida Doppo held the book with the word "ideal" printed on the cover: "Mr. Ranpo, is it still the entrustment of the protection government official Sasaki?"

"No," Edogawa Ranpo sat back at his desk, "it's the task of protecting important government officials, Horibazo's friend Hideto Abe."

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The author has something to say:

Playing silver O stems, madao means useless and useless.

I have no brains!But please don't scold me, probably no one will read it, send a message for love, the full text is free ww